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Shenhe stared straight ahead as around them screams attempted to echo, quickly cut off by ruthless growls, leaving behind only gurgles to carry on their memory.
Unblinking and unmoving, they did not allow themself to glance at the nearest body, unwilling to succumb to the temptation and to give in to what she truly desired. Instead, they opted to sit down, crossing their legs and letting themself slouch, eyes still glued to the figure before them, blue piercing through the deepdark red mist that threatened to engulf them all.
Said figure stood at her full height of over 3 metres, purple hair loose and flooding down her back, the end of it soaked in blood. Delicate hands that once held Shenhe’s were at her side, occasionally twitching, likely due to the identical gaping wounds on her palms. Unlike the others’, they were clean and precise, just about deep enough to show bone, muscles rippling with the effort to stay in the mortal form. Instead of blood, more of the mist spiralled out from the wounds, encircling her legs before flooding into the air and adding to the chaos.
Fortunately, the mist did not seem to add to the bloodlust from the creatures around them, though Shenhe noted that they had little trouble wading through it, unlike the other nations.
Before she had appeared, Shenhe had had sight of Jean and her knights throughout the battle, though they had now lost track of them and could only hoping that she was still alive.
Somehow sensing their sudden dilemma, the figure moved closer, crouching down to make eye contact with them, blood soaked hands coming up to cradle their head in an almost loving manner. They allowed it, eyes still trained on her pupil-less ones, deep red scleras managing to broadcast confusion, like a puppy. A very murderous puppy.
Eyebrows furrowing, the figure opened her mouth to present Shenhe with a view of rotten, blood-covered teeth, some kind of black, tar-like liquid dripping from her gums. To Shenhe’s relief, she did not seem to feel any sort of pain, easily using her mouth, even if her teeth seemed to be on the brink of falling out or, worse, shattering to reveal dagger-sharp canines.
Hand coming up to hold the figure’s, Shenhe allowed themself to smile at her, sensing when she understood what they wanted her to do. She almost seemed to perk up, if it was possible, hands suddenly digging into their skin to draw blood before the mist began to encircle them violently. Unshaking, Shenhe felt when their muscles began to deteriorate and their bones began to break, eyes screaming at them to close them and get away from the unrelenting pain. But they refused to, forcing their eyes open to watch as the figure’s mouth opened once more and more blood spilled out from her skin, covering them both like a fairytale.
And they kept watching until she had completely absorbed them, glued to her back as they suddenly found themself breathless.
And they kept watching as the Raiden Shogun tore apart Teyvat, ripping the 7 nations’ muscles apart and covering them all in a beautiful, blood-ridden war.